Hogwarts: This professor is too Muggle.

Chapter 67 The show begins

Dear Professor Lewinter:
We have received intelligence that since the Christmas holidays, you have been producing and selling prohibited items, memory mirrors, without permission, and the amount involved is as high as hundreds of thousands of Galleons.

This behavior seriously violates the International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy, the Regulations on the Modification of Muggle Objects, and the Code of Conduct for the Management of Magical Products, and has caused adverse effects. The Office for the Prohibition of the Abuse of Magic has filed a lawsuit against the Wizengamot. We regret to inform you that you must appear at the Ministry of Magic at 10:00 am on February 2nd for trial.

If you refuse to appear in court without a valid reason, the case will be tried in absentia in accordance with the law.

Yours faithfully, Dolores Umbridge
Ministry of Magic's Improper Use of Magic Office

"February 2nd, that's today..."

Melvin looked carefully at the name at the end and found it a little funny. He finally understood why Scrimgeour wished him good luck when they met yesterday. The Auror Office and the Improper Use of Magic Office both belonged to the Department of Law Enforcement. The Head Auror knew at that time that he was being targeted by Umbridge.

Melvin was a little surprised, but not panicked.

When I was on Broadway, I often dealt with the Magical Congress of the United States of America and had experienced several similar trials.

While selling Shadow Mirrors during the Christmas holidays and discussing cooperation details with tavern owners across the country, Wright and Borgin had already warned Melvin that Shadow Mirrors were similar to wizard radio stations and might be targeted by Umbridge and brought under the control of the Ministry of Magic through unconventional means.

The situation could be even worse. Tens of thousands of witch listeners on Wizard Radio sent Howlers in protest and condemnation, while the Shadow Mirror was a new thing and did not yet have a solid mass base. It was very likely to be completely banned by Umbridge.

"I thought I would be sued after Christmas, and this letter even arrived later than expected..."

The preparations made by the Magic Mirror Club finally came in handy.

Melvin turned his head to look at the other seats in the main guest table. Quirrell and Snape were absent as usual. The other head teachers had gotten up early and had already finished their breakfast and left. Dumbledore had also left the table a few minutes ago. Only Professor Kettleburn, who was eating with one hand, was still dawdling.

After handing the blueberry jam to Professor Kettleburn, who had difficulty moving, Melvin wiped his hands with a napkin and left the auditorium to ask the principal for leave.

His professor is going to file a lawsuit.

……

The door of the auditorium.

Melvin thought the principal was in the office. Just as he was about to go upstairs, he saw the principal standing in the courtyard enjoying the cool breeze. It seemed that he was taking a walk to digest his food after dinner. It was understandable that the old man had a bad stomach.

Walking along the corridor, I saw a cluster of branches hanging just above Dumbledore's head. In winter, the trees only had branches but no leaves, with white snow clinging to them. The larch branches were snow-white, and the old headmaster's beard and hair were also white.

Dumbledore turned around when he heard footsteps and seemed in a good mood: "Good morning, Melvin."

Melvin glanced at the branches above his head and looked away: "I received a letter of complaint from the Ministry of Magic."

"It's related to the Shadow Mirror, right? I received it too," Dumbledore said with a smile. "I was just discussing this with Minerva. The school professors and the team are all related to the Shadow Mirror. Dean Umbridge believes the headmaster is also responsible and has sent me a summons."

"..."

Melvin narrowed his eyes and stared at the headmaster who was also summoned. He gradually reacted and quickly grasped the key point: "Where did you talk to Professor McGonagall?"

"She happened to be checking the school clinic's accounts this morning, so we had a brief chat in the corridor outside the ward."

"Let me guess, could it be that Professor Quirrell is in the infirmary and happened to overhear your conversation?"

"Well..." Dumbledore looked thoughtful.

"So this is the reason you used to trick Quirrell into leaving school?" Melvin asked calmly, watching his clumsy performance. "Did you plan this in advance?"

"I was just looking for an excuse to leave the castle, and I happened to catch up with Umbridge who was about to investigate the Shadow Mirror, so she included me in the investigation." Dumbledore looked down at the snow and asked in a low voice, "Will there be any trouble with the Shadow Mirror?"

Melvin shook his head. "I've been in constant contact with Ms. Marchbank. Many of the people in the Wizarding Examinations Authority are members of the Wizengamot. They know about the Shadow Mirror incident, and I also have connections with tavern owners around the country. That infamous Director Umbridge shouldn't be able to pin the accusation on me."

“The situation is perhaps more complicated than you think,” Dumbledore explained patiently. “My friend, Minister Cornelius Fudge, values ​​this subordinate highly and hopes to use her to deal with the other difficult officials in the ministry. He wants her promoted as soon as possible, and the Shadow Mirror can just happen to be Umbridge’s badge of honor.” In the years following Voldemort’s downfall, the wizarding world was relatively peaceful. Former Minister Millison Bagnore retired peacefully, and Crouch, the most senior candidate, withdrew from the race due to his involvement with the Death Eater’s son. Dumbledore recommended Cornelius Fudge to succeed him, believing that although Fudge’s abilities were mediocre, his diligent and reliable character would allow peace to continue.

Many staff members at the Ministry looked down on Fudge, believing him to be merely Dumbledore's mouthpiece. Middle and senior officials also ignored Fudge's opinions, inevitably adopting a somewhat rigid attitude. For example, yesterday's Head Auror Scrimgeour, Ms. Bones, Director of the Department of Law Enforcement, and Mr. Crouch of the Department of International Cooperation...

At the beginning, Fudge could still face these rumors with a smile, and he would always take the initiative to ask Dumbledore for advice when he encountered problems.

Now that he has been in office for two years and has barely secured his position as minister, his ambitions nurtured by power. Fudge feels that the voices of those officials are too harsh and begins to promote wizards from his own faction. Umbridge is his favorite senior deputy minister.

"There are so many people in the Ministry of Magic who don't get along with Umbridge, so I feel more confident." Melvin chuckled. "Even if they are unwilling to help the new professor, they will oppose Umbridge for the sake of the headmaster."

"I may disappoint you. Although many senior officials in the Ministry of Magic dislike Connelly, they are happy to see the influence of an old man like me weakened."

"Is this why you met Scrimgeour yesterday?"

"I believe Scrimgeour is an honest and reliable Auror. He firmly stands against Voldemort and the Death Eaters. If he can prepare in advance, it will be of great help to us..." Dumbledore paused, then changed the subject and said, "Professor Quirrell is in place. An assistant is needed to remind Harry that they have tutoring classes over the weekend."

"whispering sound……"

He is clearly the professor of an elective course, but he always has to work overtime for no apparent reason.

Melvin was a little indignant. As he turned and walked towards the auditorium, he reached out and pulled down a branch. The snow immediately fell and soaked the old principal.

Dumbledore looked at the snow on his shoulders and was speechless.

……

The weather warmed up slightly in February, and the frozen Black Lake began to melt. If you walk around the shore, you can occasionally hear the sound of ice breaking. There is still snow on the grounds and courtyards, but it has stopped snowing, and spring is coming.

Hermione was walking alone to the library, carrying a heavy bag.

There was another Gryffindor Quidditch match this month. Harry and Ron discussed Quidditch tactics all day long. They didn't care about the Philosopher's Stone or Hagrid hatching a dragon. Only she was worried that Hagrid might be fired, so she took advantage of the weekend to come to the library to look up information about dragons.

Those books are quite interesting.

Hermione shook her head, shaking off the inappropriate thoughts, and sighed distressedly: "Oh my God! Hagrid will be expelled..."

"Who will be fired?" a gentle voice sounded.

Hermione looked up. "Professor Lewynter?"

"You just said Hagrid would be expelled. Why?"

"No...nothing!"

"I thought Hagrid was drunk and in trouble again." Melvin rubbed her head and said casually, "Last time he dragged me out for a drink, and when he was drunk he insisted on telling me about the three-headed dog, how he liked to chew on beef knee bones, hated lice, and would fall asleep when he heard music... all sorts of nonsense."

Hermione was stunned for a moment, and her head buzzed with a lot of things!
Fluffy will pass out when he hears music, and Hagrid will point out Fluffy's weaknesses when he gets drunk!

She clearly remembered that Hagrid won the dragon egg in the tavern, and the one who gave him the dragon egg was a mysterious wizard, a mysterious wizard whose identity was unknown.

"Professor...I have something to tell you." She hurriedly pulled the professor's sleeve.

"Let's talk when I get back. I need to deal with some things at the Ministry of Magic with Headmaster Dumbledore." Melvin said as he stuffed a handful of candy into her hand, quickened his pace, and hurried away.

Hermione stared blankly at the professor disappearing around the corner of the corridor. The sound of his footsteps gradually faded away, and her ears were still ringing with the professor's words. Her face was pale. "Hagrid revealed Fluffy's weakness, and the headmaster is going out today... How could this be such a coincidence?"

(End of this chapter)